Heavy Petting: Athala Wegener(D) vs Jinx

What Jinx lacked in power she more than made up for in speed, something she often used to her advantage whenever the chance presented itself. It seemed as though Athala was no slouch either when it came to her reflexes though, managing to throw off the intended attack. The new destination was fine enough though, still managing to clap a bit of flesh before her momentum took the kick fully through, not getting the exact twerking of the limb as she hoped. In the end though it left the woman opposite her fumbling, something she was keen not to let go to waste.

While grappling tended not to be where the feline fighter thrived either, she was smart enough to recognize that going shot for shot at range with kicks would be flirting with disaster. She trusted her defensive capabilities when it came to being evasive, that one kick blowing out her guard had been sobering though. Whoever this woman was, those kicks of hers were far more lethal and she needed to take that away from her. Keeping the fight close or getting this woman on the ground where she could hopefully out wrestle her was key. All the dark haired girl wanted was a chance to lock her down into a submission where she could do her best work and hope she was right about avoiding a striking contest.

Jinx bore down when the two locked horns, getting the smallest of advantages in being the one to initiate, surging forward to force the other woman back a step before finding the advanced deadlocked. She could sense that strain of muscle opposite her, feel it on the other woman's arm and the tenseness of her neck. Leaning in to pour every ounce of her weight into trying to bully the other woman for position wasn't cutting it so controlling the position was no go. Jinx let out a low huffing whine at her failed attempts at full control, not seemingly Ware of her own inherent cuteness in the sounds she made when she was trying too hard.

"Not laughing now, huh?" She rasped through the strain of both women jockeying for position. She wanted desperately to try and knee this woman to take some wind out of her sails but feared that if she lifted her leg she'd just be pushed over. So what to do then? Perhaps not fight at all, in a sense. After one more hard push to make it seem as though she were about to make another solid attempt to overpower Athala, she suddenly stopped, letting the woman opposite of her have the freedom to shove back with all her might. That was the intention though as Jinx focused her efforts on trying to tug the woman's head down and tuck it under an arm. She wanted to ride this momentum, throwing her weight down and back towards the mat to try and plant her opponent's granum into the canvas with a simple but effective DDT.

Despite her lack of expertise in the art of grappling, Athala was faring rather well. She was forced to retreat a few steps backwards, overcome by Jinx's aggressive onslaught, but soon enough her heels were dug in deep into the canvas and the feline's advances were halted all together. They were left intertwined an locked in with one another, the tops of their heads pushed up against each other with the sound of mutual wheezing and grunting occupied the minimal space between. As much as she wanted to deliver some sort of witty retort to Jinx's increasing smugness, she simply couldn't. The amount of effort both of them were exerting on each meant that she had to focus her energy on more pressing matters.

She could maybe try and free herself an arm and sneak in a quick side punch to Jinx's gut, but then she wouldn't be able to put up as much of a resistance to Jinx's pushing and could easily find herself being overwhelmed before her fist could find it's target. Same line of thinking applied into throwing up a knee into the women's side. This was very much looking like a battle of attrition, one that Athala thought she had a chance of winning once she felt her opponent effort's suddenly subside and allow for Athala's advance to push forward unhindered

She directed the entirety of her efforts to drive the woman forwards, hopefully all the way to the ropes where she could finally get some knees in without having to worry about being outmaneuvered. She only managed to get a few steps in when she felt her own momentum being directed down a path she had not intention of going. She felt and arm grasp around her neck as her head was snatched and tucked firmly underneath it. She tried grasping at her opponent's waist, desperately trying to redirect the momentum forwards again using a tackle-like stance to push against the woman. But it was to not avail, as she soon found herself being stopped dead in her tracks by Jinx's grounded stance and instead skillfully redirected head first into the mat in a DDT.

It wasn't nearly as devastating as it could have been. Luckily for her she hadn't been lifted in the air and then smashed into the canvas. But that wasn't to say the move still didn't hurt like hell. All the energy she had been expending into Jinx had been expertly manipulated by the feline and used against her. She rubbed against the top of her head with the palm of hand, groaning as she snakingly tried to make it to her hands and knees, desperately trying to avoid the ground game for as long as possible. But with Jinx seeming to fare much better than Athala at the moment, it didn't seem likely that she would get her wish.

There had been a moment when the feline fighter had thought she might have messed up when she let Athala push at her fully. Biting her lip with a small head of sweat on her brow, thankful her opponent couldn't see the flash of worry with her head hooked beneath an arm. She had managed to pull through though and drill the other girls skull to the mat with a resounding this that made the ring shake ever so slightly. After impact she separated in a roll, nimbly popping to her hands and knees, slipping her feet back along the canvas to perk her backside up ready to pounce.

A fanged smirk played across her features as Athala rose much the same, but sluggish in comparison, presenting exactly what the dark haired girl wanted to see. On all fours she scampered sideways, getting a good angle to spring towards the other woman to jump onto her back. The swift Submissionist would go to work immediately, wrapping her slender legs around Athala's waist, attempting to hook her ankles to snugly lock in a body scissor. One arm swung wide, drawing itself around the other woman's throat, trying to link up with her other hand to finches in a choke as well, wanting to lock down this situation entirely.

"Now just where do you think you're going?" Jinx leaned in close to the other woman's ear, purring softly. "We're just about to start having fun." The dark haired girl would sway her body from one side to the other, sharper on the second lean to attempt to flop both women over onto their sides, wanting to start Athala's climb to her feet from scratch in case she had been capable of powering herself back up. She'd have to work for it now.

The platinum-haired rookie had barely managed to get onto her knees when she felt he weight of her feline foe press down sharply on her back only to then curl around her waist. She managed to maintain he pose for a little while longer, refusing to let herself collapse completely to the mat as she felt her waist clamped in-between Jinx's legs. Jinx hung like a deadweight, not squeezing with the full force of her legs but not exactly making Athala's job of attempting an ascent any easier either. Her grunts of exertion were quickly cut of as Jinx swung her arms around her neck, cutting off some much needed supply of oxygen.

She immediately lifted one hand up and began trying to slip her fingers in between Jinx's constricting arms and free up some breathing room. She already felt her remaining arm buckle like crazy at the elbow, ready to give out any any moment as her strength was slowly sapped away from her. Jinx decided to do the heavy lifting for her however, flopping them both of them onto their side and rendering all of Athala's efforts pointless. There was no getting out of it now, she was on the ground and trapped in jinx's embrace. Her only hopes of getting back onto her feet would be to first pry her opponent off of her.

Now that she was on her side, she was free to devote both of her arms completely to the escape effort. she grasped at Jinx's arm, using the fingers already slipped instead to push her arms away while using her other hand to pry the arm off. If she had managed to secure at least a little breathing room, she would then releasing one arm to begin smashing away at Jinx's legs. She would hammer up her fist and send it raining down on the feline's legs, not entirely sure how effective the attack would be in convincing her rival to release the hold. If that didn't end up yielding the desired results, she would instead lift her arm up and point her elbow outwards before sending it crashing down into Jinx's upper thigh. It was desperate and clunky, sure, but she was trying to cause enough soreness in her opponents muscles to at least cause Jinx to reactively loosen her grip and allow for Athala to attempt to buck herself off the hold entirely.

Jinx extended her legs, using her hooked ankles to leverage the crushing power of her thighs around Athala's waist. She applied the pressure sharply, trying to keep her opponent from mustering up a good defense against her. She wouldn't keep the constricting hold as tight as it could be throughout, instead letting up and only giving the other girls a jolt to help reign in the struggling. It was a means of training, teaching her that the more she fight the worse it would get. With each pulse of pain, she rolled her hips to grind up against the other woman's back, giving her a cheeky little thrust.

"Stay a bit…" She cooed softly, exhaling a heated breath into Athala's ear as her opponent fought her choke. She kept it tight, flexing her arm to provide as little room as possible for propping fingers to fit. The other girl was forcing them through, slowly, but the feline fighter intended to milk what time she had. With another life she nuzzled her cheek along the rookie's collar, inclining her head just enough to playfully flick at her earlobe with her tongue.

"I like you better like this." She had all the sultry inflection as a lover that had been gone for far too long, hungry for more. It was a stark contrast to how she had been earlier but she had already proved to shift emotional highs and lows relatively fast. Even knowing that, her voice had a quality to it that seemed to melt away those earlier preconceptions and template them with a subtle invitation to get to know her better in other ways. It helped that despite her current position of power, it didn't appear as though she was trying to actually choke out her opponent to the best of her ability, just providing token resistance to her attempts to break free.

Eventually the rookie would be able to pry that arm from her throat, enough that it wouldn't be able to be a threat until it could secure the sleeper hold again almost entirely. Though she had lost part of her hold, Jinx hardly seemed to mind, giggling softly as she pushed her chest into her opponent's back, compressing her breasts along her body. Her tune would change though when that fist struck her leg for the first time, immediately paying the offense forward by giving the kickboxer a significantly more crushing squeeze with her legs. When another blow came she let out a snarl as he thigh was hammered, quaking at the painful shots that stung so fiercely. Before a third could land, she used her free arm to try and capture the arm assaulting her, slipping her own arm underneath the woman's armpit to draw it back vertically so she wouldn't be able to attack with it.

"Bad girl…" With each beat of her heart she could feel the burning sensation in her leg. Athala was a fighter, she could respect that even if she was predisposed to dislike any opposition. What she couldn't do was abide by letting herself get battered while she was trying to play with her prey. If the other girl continued to struggle so violently, she would have to transition into something else far less playful.

There was nothing really stopping Jinx from ending the bout right here and now, aside from the fact that it would make for horribly boring match and and even more so humiliating debut of course. She was thoroughly ensnared by the hold, a move that was enough on it's own to extract a submission out of most girls if Jinx decided to put her full force behind it. Except that she wasn't. Instead she was pulsating her legs, methodically squeezing down before providing Athala was some temporary relief only to start all over again. It was demoralizing, and on top of that her desperate attempts at escaped only encouraged the women to squeeze down harder.

It became increasingly clear that Jinx wasn't going for a submission. If she wanted to do that all she had to do was squeeze and refuse to let go. No, this was a trap, devised entirely to immobilize Athala and render her nothing but the cat's plaything. Athala got her first sampling with Jinx's playful nibbling and cooing around her ear. Athala let out a sound that was mixture of a groan and a barely audible moan, trying to suppress the warm tingling sensation building up inside her as Jinx began nuzzling around her neck. Worse yet was the rhythmic grinding she was feeling on her back, her feline foe obviously getting worked up over their increasing intimacy.

The last thing she wanted to do was succumb to this women so early into the match, to have her fighting prowess stripped away from her at the girl's touch. That what the fists and elbows were for, desperate poundings on the girl leg that screamed more of a 'please let me go' than anything else. And Jinx answered with a resounding 'no,' issuing one last squeeze that extracted the last remnants of Athala's fighting spirt out of her completely. Her timid third strike was caught mid-air and dismissed without much effort on Jinx's part. She let out one last defeated groan, foregoing her efforts at resisting and letting her muscles relax and loosen. She kept her fingers in-between Jinx's arms, although only if just to cling onto that much appreciated breathing room in case Jinx decided to be less generous.

"Alright... ya got me... pussy" The best she could do was mutter the remark through labored breath and without nearly as much venom as she would have liked, instead staring at her feline opponent with a look of defeat and dismissal. Of course she wasn't just flat out submitting all together, rather just acknowledging that her current situation didn't offer much in the way of opportunities for escape. better to just ride out whatever wave Jinx had in planned, recuperate where she could, and strike back when the time was right.

There was a real worry she had wasted this golden opportunity to really put some hurt on her opponent as the two struggled, but once she had managed to draw back the woman's arm it seemed to pacify her attempts at freedom. She was unsure if it had been the hunter lethality of her scissor hold of simple submissiveness at her overt playfulness but Jinx was willing to overlook a bruised thigh if it kept her in control. The beginning of the match had been… less than ideal for her but perhaps she could extract some measure of pleasure from it now at the other girls expense while still inching her close to victory.

"You can just call me Jinx." She hummed low in a melodious tone, judging the side of her opponent's cheek with her nose. She drew in a long breath, taking in her opponent's scent as she let her know drift just above her skin. "Don't sound so disheartened. You might just enjoy it." Jinx tongue slipped over her lips, moistening them when she finished speaking, lowering her head to place a delicate kiss along her neck… then another. Humming pleasantly she left a wet little trail as she traveled up along Athala's jawline.

Her legs loosened briefly, giving the other girl room to breath, before long she had unhooked her ankles. In one smooth transition she slipped her heels down between Athala's thighs and spread their legs wide, using her coiled limbs to lock them together and limit how much the other woman could move her legs. Far more restricting but other than a tight strain, did little to harm her. The arm remained around her neck though, not approaching to choke again but a present threat.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Athala." Jinx purred in a dreamy whisper, drawing the lobe of Athala's ear between her lips, playfully nibbling at the other girl. While she was vaguely curious, she was using the question to prop for a bit more, seeing how well her little affection did to distract to determine how best to proceed. She was limited for now with both arms And legs occupied, but if she could coax the other girl to be open for more it might free up at least her hand.

If there was any good to be seen in her current predicament it was that Jinx was slowly but surely releasing the pressure on her waist and throat, leaving the girl some room to recuperate as she weighed her current options, which at the moment was pretty much nada. Jinx had delicate control over, not exactly hurting her in any way but was certainly in the position to do so if Athala tried anything stupid. Any plan she could think of would likely be thwarted with a crushing squeeze of the women's thighs or an unpleasant constriction of her throat: Either way, both were avenues she wasn't too keen on exploring.

Jinx knew it too, using her position of newfound power to begin toying with her new prey. She moved effortlessly like a fluid, slipping herself into a new position around Athala that left her legs spread and her limbs tied town. The transition was incredibly smooth, too fast to act on even if Athala had the strength to disrupt it. All she could do was watch and feel as Jinx's body shifted around her, contorting her own to the whims and desires of her opponent. She was fortunate enough not be put put in anything too painful, but it definitely was comprising and left her vulnerable in more ways than one.

If Jinx was in one of her more foul moods than this position was bound to get very messy very fast. Fortunately for Athala, her weakly delivered taunt did little to poke at Jinx's buttons, the women instead brushing them and ramping up her playful antics. So playful in fact that Athala had a hard time determining if Jinx's questioning was genuine or just a means of taunting the poor girl. But than again there was that seductive tone to accompany it, and that tingle down the back her neck from Jinx's touch, and the warm of her breath as she whispered alluringly while beckoning her with those nips at her ear... yeah, it seemed pretty damn genuine right about now.

She gulped nervously, unsure of how to process Jinx's advances. Outside the ring, all cuddled up on a nice comfy couch or bed, Athala would have been turned on as hell. But in the middle of a fight, with an opponent as unpredictable as Jinx, who knows where this was going. The last thing she wanted to do was fall into another trap. But then again, Athala wasn't about to throw away precocious seconds she could use to recover. She squirmed a bit more, not out of an attempt to escape but purely out of her increasing inability to resist the urge to succumb to the sweet embrace of her caramel-skinned captor.

"Well... I'm uh, German, and I uh... like to fight... and uhh, fuck... I mean, uhh..." Athala cheeks turned bright red as her uneasy squirming increased in intensity, unsure of what what was going on with her. Jinx had only just gotten started teasing the poor girl and here she was babbling away and making a fool out of herself. All that gung-ho fighting spirit she had put on before seemed like complete bullshit now that she was reduced to nothing but a squeamish rookie under the feline's gentle touch. She let in another gulp, calling upon an intense amount of willpower just to stop herself from letting out another moan as Jinx expertly played with her ear and neck. Her defenses were completely shattered now, all that was left was the weak clasp on Jinx's arms and the pathetic squirming of her legs along the canvas.

Jinx made it easy to forget, easy to overlook her last transgressions when she was being so warm and affectionate. Thought the right seemed to have stalled out completely, she had just moved the flags a bit. There was more than one way to conquer an opponent, especially one who was arguably more of a fighter. This seemed to be the chink in the German's armor and the feline fighter was more than happy to exploit it.

"A long way from home, hmm…" She spoke with heater breath through her teeth, giving the girls ear a small tug and a nibble. A small moan rumbled in her mouth, arching her back to grind her breasts up along the other woman's shoulder blades. Unopposed, she reached out with her arm around Athala's neck, slipping her fingers around the bicep of her other trapped arm to draw it closer to hold it sti and free up her hand again while hugging her arm across her throat without choking.

"Oh, I certainly bet you do." It was left ambiguous if she had meant the fighting of the slip of the tongue her befuddled for had mistakenly uttered. Another sultry purr as she pulled her lips back, giving that earlobe a small tug until it slipped from between her teeth. She buried her face back into the woman's neck again, kissing her a bit more fiercely, suckling at her tender skin to leave faint red love bites.

"Come on then… tell me more." She playfully giggled, sliding her slender digits down along the curves of the other woman's side, splaying them out near her hips. Rather than going any further she curled them back, gently dragging her nails across her midsection tracing a path all the way up to the lip of the girl's top. She scritched at the seam of the material, teasing that she might try and slip inside, but never did. Instead she turned her hand over, gliding her hand over the girl's covered chest to cup a breast lightly in her palm, kneading it gently.

"Anyone special in your life?" Those soft lips of her dragged along Athala's neck, drifting up towards the woman's cheek. A soft peck, then another, making her way closer to those lips. She would wait until the womaN tried to speak before pushing in to lock them in a kiss, moaning lewdly into the other woman's mouth, establishing her dominance with an aggressive passion. When she pulled away, their lips would pop softly, leaving her close enough they could feel one another's breath. "Well?"

Athala could hardly recall a time where she felt as vulnerable as she did right now. Jinx's grip was slowly loosening, morphing more into a warm embrace than a painful trap. Nothing was stopping Athala from sending her fist flying right into her opponent's face, or hammering at those thighs again while Jinx was distracted exploring her body. Yet despite all that, she simply didn't want to. It was the type of vulnerability that preyed at the mind as opposed to the body, pitting her urges and desires against each until all that remained was a senseless, mindless, shell of herself, completely numb and unable to think straight. It was the type of manipulation Jinx so expertly yielded and so skillfully employed on the now dazed rookie. She was completely disarmed, and Jinx had managed to make her do it out of her own volition.

As Athala's dreamy state increased in intensity, so too did Jinx's advances. Her ear was being toyed with, nibbled and tugged on like a cat would do to a toy. Worse yet was the feline's gentle touching, coursing throughout her body, surveying her features, caressing her smooth skin and sending warm tingles propagating throughout her nerves. Even then all that failed to compare to the women's finally shaped lips, leaving loving wet marks along Athala's sensitive neck and cheeks.

She didn't know what it was about this women that was so tantalizing.  She thought she had recognized her ability to flip flop so profoundly but yet here she was, completely taken in by this loving, caring persona her opponent was now adopting. All past slights seemed irrelevant now, slowly dissipated out of her mind, her urge to resist now a distant memory replaced only by a desire to open up to her predator's demands.

"Special... well, not really but I uh-" She didn't know exactly what she was planning on saying, more likely another string of bumbling and incoherent sentences, but luckily for her it didn't end up matter. Jinx's tender lips cut her short, stopping her stuttering short with a deep kiss. Her tongue parted her lips, opening them up before exploring the inside of Athala's mouth with passion and lust. Jinx exerted control even in here, completely dictating the course of their interlocked mouth before pulling out was a satisfying pop and Jinx's sweet taste still lingering on the tips of her tongue.

Her eyes turned to glass as her lips were left twitching even after the kiss. She could the feel her arousal begin to take a physical from as she felt her inner thighs dampen ever so slightly, revealing themselves through a barely visible wet spot forming a faded blotch on her thin panties. She tried to ignore it, hoping her opponent didn't notice just how susceptible she was, but it didn't taken a genius to figure out the effect Jinx's actions were having on her. The feline stared kindly back at her, warm breath basking over her face awaiting her response.

"Now there is..."  She shivered at her own words, completely distraught with having said them. A match like this wasn't supposed to go anywhere. However sensual it ended up getting, at the end of the day it was all part of the fight, Athala knew that deep down. Yet it just spoke to the magnitude of the women's abilities as continued to psychologically torment the young rookie, throwing her emotions complete haywire and getting her lost in her own feelings and lust.